Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1887-07-01

hungry they will not listen, and they will
not repent We want more common sense
in the distribution of our charities: fewer
magnificent theories, and more hard work
still further: The great remedial Influence
IS the Gospel OF Christ Take that down
through the lanes of suffering Take that
down amid the novels of sin. Take that up
amid the mansions and palaces of your city.
I hat is the salt that can cure all the poisoned
fountains Of public iii Iuity. Do you know that
in this cluster of three cities, New York Jersey
City and Brooklyn, there are a great multi
tude OF no neless children. You see speak more
IN regard to the youth and the children Of the
country, because old villa ms are seldom re-
formed, and therefor | talk more about the
little ones. They sleep under the stoops, in the
burned-Out safe, in the wagons in the streets
on the barges, wherever they can get a board
to cover them. AMI il the summer they sleep
all night long in the parks Their restitution
is well set forth by an incident. A city
missionary asked one of them. ',NVhere
is your home" Said he: II don't have no
home, sir" well, where are your father
and motherp They are dead, sir" Did
you ever hear of Jesus Christie mo, don't
think ever heard of Him. 'Did you ever
hear Of God' "Yes, I've heard of God
Some Of the poor people think it kind of lucky
at night TO say something over about that be-
fore they go to sleep. Yes sir, I've heard of
Him Think of a conversation like that in
a Christian city
How many are waiting for you to come out
in the spirit of the Lord Jesus Christ and
rescue them from the wretchedness here Oh,
that the Church of God had arms long
enough and hearts warm enough to take them
up! How many of them there arel As was
thinking of the subject this morning, it
seemed to Inc as though there was a great
brink, and that these little ones with
cut and torn feet were coming on
toward it, And here is q group of
orphans 0 fathers and mothers, what do
you think of these fatherless and motherless
little oneSi No hand at home to take care of
their apparel, no heart to pity them Said one
little one, when the mother died: "Who will
take care of my clothes nowf' The little ones
are thrown out in this great cold world They
are shivering on the brink like lambs on the
verge of a precipice. Does not your blood run
cold as they 20 over It'll
And here is another group that come on to
ward The precipice. They are the chilLren Of
oesotted parents. They are worse Off than
orphans. Look at that pale cheek; woe
bleached it, Look at that cash across the
forehead; the father struck it. Hear that
heart-piercing cry; a drunken mothers
blasphemy compelled it. And we
Suffering SG%S out ps sHs nnd S'BB serod on5 ys
sands of voices 1.-THE path we travel is
steep down, and we can't stop. Too later
And we catch our breath and we make ter
rifle cutlery. TOO later is echoed from the
garnet to cellar, from the gin-shop and from
brothel. "foo lateF 1t is too late, and they
go over.
Here is another group, an army of
neglected children. They come on toward
the brink, and every time they step ten
thousand hearts break. The ground is red
with the blood of their feet. The air is heavy
with their groans Their ranks are being
filed up from all the houses of iniquty and
shame. Skeleton Despair pushes them on to-
ward the brink. The death-knell has already
begun to toll and the angels Of
God hover like birds over the plunge
of cataract While these chill
dren are on the brink they halt and throw
out their hands, and cry: Help! help!"
Church of God, will you help! Men and
women bought by the blool of the Son Of
God, will you heip9 while Christ cries from
the heavens: Save them from going down;
| am the ransom"
| stopped on the street and Just looked at
the face of one of those little ones. Have you
ever examined the faces of the neglected chill
dren of the poori Other children have glad
ness In their faces. When group of them
rush across the road, it seems as though
spring gust had unloosened all orchard of
apple blossoms But these children of the
poor There is but little ring in their laughter,
and it stops quick, as though some bitter
memory tripped it. They have an old walk.
They do not skip or run up on the lumber
just for the pleasure of leaping down. They
never bathed in the mo lntain stream. They
never waded i'll the brook for pebbles. They
never chased the butterfly across the lawn,
putting their hat right down where it was
just before. Childhood has been dashed out of
them. Want waved its wizard wand above the
manager of their birth, and withered leaves
are lying where God intended budding giant
OF battle Once in while one of these chill
dren gets cut Here is one, for instance At
ten years of age he is sent out by his parents,
who say to him: Here is a baSket-now
go off and beg and stealn The boy
says II can't steal" They kick
him into corner. That night he puts his
swollen head into the straw; but a voice
comes from heaven, saying: Courage, poor
boy, couragem Covering up his head from
the beastiality, and stopping his ears from
the cursng, he gots on, better and better
He washes his face clean at the public hy-
drant. With a few pennies got at running
e.rands, he gets better coat. Rough
men, knowing taat he comes from low
stree, say: Back with you, you little
villain, to the pace where You came FROM
But that night the boy says: God help me,
l can't go back" and quicker than ever
mother flew at the cry of a childs pain, the
Lord responds from the heavens: Courage,
poor boy, couragem His bright face gets
him position. After while he is second
clerk. Years pass on and he is first clerk
Years pass on. The glory of young manhood
is on him. He comes into the firm. He goes
Oh from one business SUI cess to another. He
has achieved great fortune. He is the friend
of the church OF God, the friend of all good
institutions and one day he stands talking to
the Board of Trade, or to the Chamber of
Commerce. People say: "Do you know who
that is3 Why, that is a merchant prince,
and he was born on Elm street. But
God says in regard to him something
better than that: "These are they which
came out of great tribulation, and
had their robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb" o, for some one to
write the history Of boy heroes and girl hero
ines who have triumphed over want andstarv-
alton, and filth and rags. Yea, the record
has already been made-made by the hand of
God; and when these shall come at last with
songs and rejoicing, it will take very broad
banner TO hold the names of ali the battle
fields on which they got the victory.
Some years ago roughly-clad ragged boy
came into my brothers Office in New York,
| and said: ''Mr. Talmage, lend me five dol
lars" My brother said; "Who are youF
The boy replied: 81 am nobody. Lend me
| tivedollars." What do you want to do with
| five dollars?' "Well" the boy replied, "my
mother is sick and poor, and want to 20 into
the newspaper business, and shall get no ne
for her, ana will pay you back Ny brother
| gave him the five dollars, of course, never ex.
| pecting to see it again; but he sal L. "When will
you pay it," The boy said: II will pay it in
six months, sir" Time went by, and one day
lad came into my brothers Office, and said:
There's your five dollars" What do you
meant What five dollar59 inquired my
brother Don't you remember that boy
came in here six months ago and wanted to bor-
! businessP' 20, yes, remember; are you the
ladr YES" he replied II have got along
nicely. have got nice home for my mother
(she is sick yeti, and l am as well clothed as
| Won are and tharas Ynnr five dnllals y q WINS